I have some serious thoughts on my mind–not the poor pitiful me thoughts–but I’ve decided to be less serious this morning.
Actually, I forgot about this incident, until I was perusing through the photos on my phone, and came across this photo. Trying to figure out how to get it off my phone and onto the computer was another problem.
As we were clearing my father-in-law’s house, of course, we had to spend some time outdoors. We studied the construction of odd things made by critters we are unfamiliar with, like little mud lines, with holes in them, where corners met on the porch. Is it a bee? Is it something creepier?
We saw squirrels that were black–or dark brown–with reddish tails. The squirrels were cat-sized. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but they were big.
Being the hunter, my husband always has his eyes peeled to wooded areas, fields–all over–looking for any kind of movement. As hard as I try, I rarely see what he sees.
We were standing in the front of the house, when my husband and his brother saw some movement. A furry looking brown thing climbing a bush. Could it be a kitten? When I finally saw what they were pointing out to me, I was curious. We wondered—what is it?
Okay, so the crazy cat lady crossed the area calling, Here kitty, kitty.
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
We arrived at the bush, only to discover it wasn’t a cat, it was a something else. Our Pacific Northwest Suburban upbringing had us guessing it was some kind of gopher. The consensus was a rodent of some sort.
But to me, it will be the little kitty in the bush, that wasn’t. My poor eyesight, and desire to find a stray cat–even though I have no clue how I can handle another animal–was great fodder for laughter. When I came across the forgotten photo, it still made me laugh.
By the way…..
I found a Thing to tie my shoes, but he seemed a bit stiff–so I just ran my fingers through his hair.